It was upon one of my visitations to the Red City that I met a man with a most inconvenient curse. You see, he could only find rest where it was darkest and would only become truly awake after dragging his sore limbs across The Great City to the lighter side.

Thus did the first Dolo monkey learn to align the inner forces. Rapid was the assent of their once humble race. But of their reign and precipitous fall the history books are strangely silent. None who witnessed these events will give a consistent answer. None save the greatest masters of the empty palms. And they will only lecture on the dangers of cronomancy and say no more.

Some say that their downfall was brought about by one of their own. By consuming the Rising King’s coffee cup, a lone Dolo Monkey was transfigured by the fires of Want into a terrible daemon avatar, whose lust for power led to the creation of the forbidden fist art of Shining Dawn Beans. Practitioners of this style were said to accelerate both their own metabolisms and those of their victims to the point of millions of generations being birthed and dying in the blink of an eye, and the rapid devolultion of the dolo monkeys back into their non-sentient forms. The Circle is Sterile. IA!

These secrets are wisely guarded, though We are privy to them. There are many who claim the simian sovereign was named Sun, but this is a mistranslation. Its true name can only be conveyed through figures unusable through this medium, and spoken only through a simian tongue. Legends of it still echo through the Universe, as all legends of true Power do, each providing a fascinating mirror of the civilization that retells the tale.

Thank Mammon I found you, Pontifex! I sold my commenting privileges to a deckhand on a spice barge so I could pay off the remaining debts I had after I ran out of blood. I’m replying to you on a public Kill Six Billion Demons terminal at the elevator station I’m camping out at.

I’ve lost everything. My job, my money, even my blood. My gold blood, gone! Do you have any wisdom to sustain me as I climb back up from the bottom rungs of the corporate ladder?

I don’t know which is the greater sacrilege: reading in the bath, or eating in the bath. Doing both at the same time only increases the risk of dropping one, or both, in the bath. None of which helps you get clean.

Many humans who attempt cultivation fail because they underestimate the importance of alignment; it is difficult to arrive at a destination when one knows neither their current place nor the direction to go.

I must respect a student who has incorporated their teacher’s berating into their schedule at a consistent point in time. It really is courteous to the teacher, especially to one who burns with a cold white flame.

I SUSPECT MY FORMER BROTHER AND HER PROTEGE FINANCE THEIR EXISTENCE MERCENARILY, THROUGH THE HUNTING OF HEADS AND BLOOD. AND IF NOT THAT, THEN KNOW THAT THE CHILDREN OF THE BLACK FLAME ARE A CRAFTY PACK, WELL SKILLED IN THE ART OF TRADING HONEYED WORDS FOR GLEAMING COIN. AND THOUGH DIMINISHED, THE DEVILS IN THE RISING KING’S RETINUE ARE OLD AND CUNNING.

See, this is why I skip the mornings, though the Brunch lays forever out of my reach, I count it as a fair trade for not having to work so hard so early.

Also, what is WITH the book etiquette in this house? Cio last page and now Alison! Those covers are gonna soak right through at best, but an errant cramp will send the entire thing tumbling into the drink!

It is frequently observed that the lower simians are highly susceptible to falling onto the path of the martial arts. One would be wise to avoid altercations with such creatures, as their proficiency with their limbs is matched only by their thirst for combat. They are also often vain and proud beings, though, and one may attempt to appeal to the creature’s ego to avoid a fight.

It has been called God-Cutter, and The Breaker of Geas. Vorpal of All and Nothing. Thread-Cutter, Thunder’s Anger, The End, Bird God’s voice, Twine of Endings, The Mighty Blade.. Zweihander of Zoss, The ToothPick of God..
This Mighty Blade is not forgotten, merely stored away, one can hope.
Though some learned scholars might agree that it is best left forgotten by all, to keep peace in The Multiverse.